Darcy’s Voyage

by Kara Louise

  He furrowed his brow as he tried to recall any part of the conversation they shared. What else could there have been that would enlighten him as to whether or not it was her? He recollected that she had dark, sparkling, fine eyes, as did Elizabeth. She had sprained her ankle falling from a tree that she had climbed… she had to walk home injured… she loved walking! Yes, that would be true of Elizabeth.

  Suddenly he remembered a vague discussion they had about horses. She had told him that she preferred walking to riding a horse and sometimes even to riding in a carriage. Darcy smiled. That should be easy enough to discover without raising suspicion. He would wait for the right opportunity and then work it into his conversation. If he found that to be true of Elizabeth, he would be certain it was her!

  Darcy stood up and walked over to the small port window. He looked out at the vast sea that surrounded them and realized that it had been days since his thoughts had turned to Georgiana and the sole reason for his coming on this voyage. He had boarded this ship with her retrieval being first and foremost on his mind, and having to cross the ocean to fetch her was something that had originally caused him great consternation.

  He had come aboard with a very poor disposition, to the point of being irritated with his fellow passengers even before becoming acquainted with them. He felt anger toward Mrs. Annesley and his cousin Fitzwilliam for their persistent and persuasive arguments to allow Georgiana to go to America in the first place. He had not looked forward one bit to the crossing and had it settled in his mind from the first that he would not enjoy the voyage at all.

  Added to all this was that upon boarding the ship, he still reeled from the recent blow of Georgiana’s close call with that deceitful, scheming George Wickham. These past few months had been taxing on his ability to handle the things life dropped in his lap, had affected his decision-making ability, and altered the way he had begun to look at life.

  Certainly he had boarded the ship angry at the very people with whom he was having to make this journey. He cringed with shame as he recalled the comment he made to the captain that first day, and he still wondered whether Elizabeth had overheard him.

  He turned to look at her. Somehow she had made him forget all his anger, frustrations, and even some of his resentment.

  He left the window and looked around the small room that they now shared. Once her health improved and she could think more clearly, would she feel comfortable spending the rest of the trip in the confines of this cabin with him? Would she continue to trust him or would she harbour suspicions that he had ulterior motives in proposing this arrangement? Would she have second thoughts and regret her decision?

  Darcy let out the breath he had been holding. It would be too late for second thoughts. The captain had married them, and they were now husband and wife—at least until he had the marriage annulled back in England. It may have been something he had done with very little rational thought behind it, but he believed he had done it with her best interest in mind.

  Knowing he would be unable to simply sit still and wait for her to awaken, he began to pace nervously around the room, going to the window and looking out, walking the short distance over to Elizabeth, and then back to the window.

  Darcy’s movements eventually awakened Elizabeth. She opened her eyes, aroused from the deepest sleep she had enjoyed in close to a week, and took a moment to get her bearings. Darcy was standing with his back toward her, as he stood at the window, and she was able to watch him for a few moments before he turned and saw that she had wakened.

  “Good afternoon, Elizabeth. Did you sleep well?”

  Feeling a little self-conscious lying in the bed, she struggled against her weakness to pull herself up. “Yes, Mr. Darcy, thank you.”

  Darcy ignored her persistence to acknowledge him formally.

  “I brought you some tea and something to eat, as well. I think it would be best for you to eat something first before we go to the dining room. It would be wise not to spend too much time with anyone until we know that you are improved. Try to eat and drink a little, and then we will go up and join the captain for the announcement.”

  The announcement. He spoke those words devoid of any emotion. She could certainly comprehend his feeling, or lack of feeling about this whole arrangement. But at the moment, although she greatly enjoyed the welcomed sleep, she was hard-pressed to know exactly what her feelings were regarding this marriage. She still felt the assault against her body from illness and lack of sleep, and she could barely conjure up a reasonable sentence, let alone discern her thoughts at the moment.

  Elizabeth brought her feet around to the floor, quite convinced that she looked as poorly as she felt. But she had slept soundly, and for that she was grateful.

  Darcy walked over to her. “Here, let me help you over to the table.”

  As he reached out his hand to her, her initial response was that she could do it herself, but due to her ankle’s continued tenderness and her unsteadiness upon sitting up, she accepted his offer. He pulled her up and slipped his arm underneath hers, supporting her body as she used one foot to propel herself along. Surprisingly, she felt a strength from him that seemed to boost her energy even more.

  He set her down at the table and she looked down at the plate of food in front of her. Instead of the normal fare of dried, hard, unpalatable food, she found a very pleasing array of some fresh fruit and chicken.

  “This looks delicious.” Her appreciation was apparent, but subdued. “Is this what everyone is having this evening?” She dabbed a little at the food, unwilling to pass it up, but suffering from an untimely lack of appetite.

  “Not exactly. This is something special from the captain’s cupboard. He had some fruit that was still good, however very little, and there is a pen of chickens onboard that he gets eggs and an occasional chicken meal from.”

  Elizabeth looked up at him curiously, wondering what he had to pay the captain for him to turn over some of this delectable fare.

  “Thank you.” As Elizabeth took some small bites, she wondered how often he himself had been privy to these kinds of meals all along.

  “If you would like, I shall leave you to finish eating and then you can tidy yourself up before going to the dining area. Is there anything I can get for you before I leave?”

  “No. Unfortunately all my things are still in steerage.”

  “Help yourself to anything of mine that you require.” He pointed to a dresser full of items. “The captain will join us to make the announcement in the dining area. We shall linger but a short time to allow you to speak briefly with your acquaintances. We shall then retrieve your things from steerage. You must not exert yourself.”

  Elizabeth merely nodded in weak acquiescence. She had a difficult time fully comprehending all that Darcy had just said, but knew that he was resolutely laying things out the way he expected them to be. She realized if she had a morsel more of strength and even a remote ability to think more attentively, she would have been inclined to challenge these dictates he was giving.

  Darcy left the room and the first thing Elizabeth did was to take her unused napkin and hide the remaining morsels of food into it, slipping the napkin into the pocket of her dress. She would take it down to her friends in steerage.

  She hobbled over to the dresser, propelling herself along with her arms braced on the tabletop and dresser top, putting as little pressure on her injured foot as she was able. She sat down in front of the mirror and for a few moments silently looked at her reflection. Elizabeth weakly picked up a brush and combed out her hair, pulling the dark, thick locks back on top of her head. She reflected back on how uncomplicated and unemotional their conversation had been. He talked as if he were discussing with her the details of a business arrangement. She sighed as she looked at her weakened, pale reflection in the mirror. Perhaps he was.

  When she had finished, she called out and Darcy stepped back into the room. He looked over at the empty plate on the table, wondering how she could have ea
ten it all so quickly, but said nothing. “Are you ready to go to the dining room?”

  “We might as well get it over with,” Elizabeth replied, suddenly feeling very uneasy. She wondered what the reaction would be from those with whom she had formed acquaintances.

  Darcy’s jaw tightened at her response, speculating whether now, after having had a good sleep, she regretted what they had done.

  He walked over to her and his arms easily scooped her up. She made every attempt to view being held in his arms as strictly a necessity born out of her clumsy stumble earlier in the day. She had begun to feel an unanticipated warmth and appreciation toward him, however, that in her condition, she could not dwell on.

  They proceeded to the dining room, which was already crowded with people. As Darcy walked in carrying Elizabeth, a sudden quietness fell over the room, followed immediately by whispering and rising speculations.

  The captain quickly walked up to join them and raised his arms to silence everyone. “Ladies and gentlemen, I have an announcement I wish to make. Today, as captain of this ship, it was my privilege and honour to unite Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy and Miss Elizabeth Bennet in holy matrimony. I am honoured to present Mr. and Mrs. Darcy.”

  A very audible buzzing was heard as people came around to bestow upon them surprised, but sincere, best wishes. Darcy accepted their words of congratulations with a simple nod of the head and “thank you.” He watched as Elizabeth received their attentions warmly, and she graciously offered back words of encouragement herself, despite her weak and fragile state.

  Not everyone was inclined to approach; some from simply a lack of introduction to either of them. A certain handful of ladies sat rather stupefied that this singularly common woman had somehow snatched the one man onboard they deemed most eligible and desirable. They thought it was incomprehensible!

  Darcy carried Elizabeth to a table and set her down, whispering to her as firmly as he could that they would only remain for a few minutes because of her health. They accepted continued words of congratulations from their well-wishers and soon were joined by Mr. and Mrs. Jennings, who had made Darcy’s acquaintance earlier, but not Elizabeth’s.

  Mr. and Mrs. Jennings expressed their congratulations to the newly married couple.

  Mrs. Jennings looked at the two and asked, “What a surprise this is! How long have the two of you known each other?”

  Darcy replied, “We met only upon coming onboard the ship.”

  “So the two of you just met? You did not know each other before?” Mr. Jennings asked incredulously.

  “That is correct,” Darcy replied.

  He could tell by Jennings’s look that this did not bode well with him. Knowing his tendency to speak his mind without giving thought to what he said or how he said it, Darcy was quite surprised when he simply raised an eyebrow in a manner indicative of inner speculation and silently nodded.

  The Jenningses soon left, and after spending what Darcy considered a reasonable amount of time allowing Elizabeth the chance to visit, but not so much time that she would become too wearied, he offered up an apology that they must leave and reached down to lift her up again.

  “Come, Elizabeth. Let us go down and get your things.”

  He carried Elizabeth quickly down to steerage, very much aware that she was becoming weaker and weaker. He took the three flights of stairs easily and agilely. Bringing her in, and per her direction, he brought her over to where Mrs. Rawlings and her girls were. He set her down and she sat toward the foot of the woman’s bed. She was glad to see that Pauline and Penelope had improved and Mrs. Rawlings seemed a little bit more on her way to recovery. Darcy had agreed to step out until she had broken the news to her.

  “I have something I need to tell you, Lenore.”

  “Oh, Elizabeth, I understand you hurt your ankle today. You must want your bed back,” Mrs. Rawlings contritely said. “I have been expecting that. You have been unwell yourself. It would be very wrong of me to insist on keeping it.” She began to pull the blankets off of herself, but Elizabeth stopped her.

  “No, no, Lenore. You stay right where you are.” Elizabeth found herself at a loss to explain what had transpired that day. “Lenore…” Elizabeth looked down at her hands that she was rubbing nervously together. “Today I was…” She paused, almost afraid to say the words. “Today I was… married, and I shall no longer be travelling in steerage but in the room with my… with my… husband.” Her heart tightened when she softly uttered those words, as suddenly a more acute awareness of what she had done, the vows she had taken, swept over her.

  She looked into Mrs. Rawlings’s face and knew she needed to explain. “Lenore, today Mr. Darcy and I were married. I wanted to come down and tell you myself when I came to get my things.”

  Mrs. Rawlings’s face showed a great deal of surprise. “Mr. Darcy? When did you meet him? How did this happen?”

  “I actually met him the first day on the ship.” She had not quite met him then, but rather bumped into him. There was no need to go further into that.

  Mrs. Rawlings reached out for Elizabeth’s hand. “Please forgive me, Elizabeth, but can you really know a man in such a short time?”

  Elizabeth nodded. “Do not worry, Lenore, he is a fine man.” She felt awkward discussing this and greatly desired to change the subject. She reached into her large pocket and withdrew the napkin. “Here, I brought you something from my dinner.”

  Mrs. Rawlings looked with amazement as Elizabeth slowly opened the napkin. Her eyes widened as she recognized the delectable array before her not just by sight but also by the pleasant aroma.

  “Elizabeth! How did you come upon such fare?”

  “That does not matter. I just want you and your daughters to enjoy something that might make you feel a little better and help you get your strength back.”

  “You are too kind, Elizabeth. That husband of yours got for himself a mighty fine lady!”

  “That was him who brought me in. He is outside the door, waiting to retrieve my things. May I ask him in and introduce you?”

  “Yes, please, I should like to meet him.”

  Elizabeth called for Darcy. That he was feeling the uncomfortable effects of steerage was very noticeable. Its stifling air and putrid odours began to take a toll on him.

  He walked back in and Elizabeth introduced him to Mrs. Rawlings and the girls. “It is a pleasure, Mrs. Rawlings. Elizabeth speaks highly of you.”

  “Thank you, sir. You have chosen well, Mr. Darcy. There is none finer than Elizabeth.”

  Elizabeth blushed, grateful for the darkness of the room. She quickly pointed out to Darcy where her things were, and he picked them up, helping her put them in her duffel. “I shall take these to our room and return for you shortly.”

  He turned to leave, and Elizabeth turned her attentions back to Mrs. Rawlings. “Oh, Elizabeth, he is indeed a fine-looking man. When did all this happen?”

  Elizabeth knew she could not lie to her friend, but she did not have to tell her the whole truth. “We became acquainted on early morning walks together. He and I both arose at sunrise and found we enjoyed many similar things.” Elizabeth marvelled at how easily those words came.

  Mrs. Rawlings nodded, still at a loss to understand this, but very happy for her friend.

  Elizabeth played with Pauline and Penelope, who were well enough to have some energy, but still not well enough to venture up. They eagerly partook of the delicious offering that Elizabeth had brought down.

  Before Darcy returned, Elizabeth carefully hobbled over to Mrs. Trimble, finding she could put a little more pressure on her ankle without too much discomfort. Mrs. Trimble was very pale and weak, but it was apparent that she was more than grateful for Elizabeth’s visit.

  Elizabeth sat down with her, giving her a portion of the food she had set aside. As she watched the woman take only small bites and eat meagrely, she wished she could pass on some other morsel of strength to her. She was concerned about her appearance; she looked a
lmost as if she was giving up the fight to get well. If she could barely eat the tasty supply of food Elizabeth brought her, she certainly would not be able to eat the food the rest of the passengers were getting.

  Elizabeth remained with her for just a short while, and then returned to Mrs. Rawlings until Darcy came back down.

  “I shall visit you tomorrow, Lenore.”

  Mrs. Rawlings put up her hand. “Now Elizabeth, you are just married. You need to be with your husband and not worry about us! Besides, I can see that you are still not well. We are doing just fine!”

  Elizabeth shook her head and smiled. “If I can, I shall see you tomorrow!”

  Elizabeth stood up as Darcy came over to her. He assisted her in walking to the door and out. He began to reach down to lift her up, but she stopped him. “I can walk on my own now, thank you.”

  Darcy paused, taken aback by Elizabeth’s stubbornness, but only for a brief moment. “Not when there are three flights of stairs and I am around to carry you!” He spoke his words and lifted her up with such authority that she tensed with anger.

  “Put me down, please! I can walk on my own!”

  “Elizabeth, do not be a fool! It has been only a few hours since you turned your ankle and you are still unwell! Just relax and let me carry you.”

  Elizabeth had not the strength to fight him. This evening had taken its toll on her, but deep down inside she knew he was right. Being carried in his arms was affecting her in quite a different way, and she was disconcerted to find there was something stirring within her as he carried her through the now darkened ship to his room—now their room.

  Darcy sensed Elizabeth’s fighting spirit doing battle with her diminishing energy. “Just relax, Elizabeth. You are tired. Rest your head against my shoulder.”

  Elizabeth felt that relaxing was the last thing she could allow herself to do. She feared what might happen if she relaxed in his arms. She kept herself rigid and tense, purposely avoiding that which she knew she needed and wanted—to lose herself in the arms of the man who was now her husband, because she knew he would only be her husband for a very short time.